Flash Caz

My time in your presence was wasted, fraught with galling and horrific pain.That time can be poignantly likened to walking down a dark and lonely lane.

Those crusty, decadent oak trees were doubled over in the wind.Their branches gave you life, pumping blood that only sinned.Drops of rain did fall, bringing sharp, unpredictable chills.You’re a truly despicable human, who loves such sadistic thrills.The path was engulfed by darkness and by thick mist that blocked my view.My fear was that of the future and that my fait I never knew.Silence was the king of the air, except for sporadic shrieks; I was laughed at by your raven-like voice, and by a crowd of hackling freaks.To my left stood lonely gravestones, crumbling slowly under force.Their grainy facades knew so much time, and hinted at my course.The moon’s shine threw down pictures, and engraved them on the ground; web-like traps from Hell, and the silhouette of a lowly hound.Such objects threatened my life and thus such trepid steps ensued, because my body could be proof, and in twenty years, exhumed.

I heard a metallic clicking sound that was sharp upon my ears.A cold ring chilled my forehead and it ignited all my fears.I squinted my eyes and saw a light; a car driving along towards me?No, but rather a shooting star, the last thing I'd ever see...

It doesn't flow as well as it could, but I was sick of repeatedly coming back to this poem and modifying it.

Canofceleri

I thought it was really good. Leagues better than most of the sh*t on here. Just use more discretion with your wording... there's a thing writers have that's very hard to explain... they can just feel when a word isn't right for the flow of a line even if the word conveys what they are trying to say. You definitely have this to an extent, and that voice guiding you will get louder as you write more and more.